Thursday, June 3, 2010


there is a piano melody canopy above this antique ceiling, no visual knowledge of its flip side but its there
now there's a sad but whimsical voice like a charm ringing out from behind all the keystrokes
now I'm Jonas
now you are the whale
in the fluff thickened air between origin and end-up the structure of reason began to unfold into
all of the buildings look bright tonight and the sky a black
hole in one
not ever knowing but wanting the same, keeping passion in mind, letting go while fingers cling on in defiance
fists clench oh blue
honey in a summer dress so